Thursday, June 30, 2011

Welcome Visitors from Poontuner Space

Hello everybody. This blog has been getting a ton of traffic, and THANK YOU for looking. So far this year we're on track to hit 100,000 visitors in 2011. Noodles for breakfast once again. Ramen. You ever make a cup of coffee and it has that toilet water after taste? Squirt. Gee, I never expected so much from just another avenue to share my own photos and talk some much deserved "crystal clear" smack. But, that shows what a couple of bikini shots will do I guess? It's an illusion. Nothing is shocking AND everything IS gay. Huge. Even if you think it's not, that what makes it so. Face. That being said, all you stuck in a rut of a towners, say hello once in a while! Share a photo or two if you got something funny or bolted a new dildo or doodad on your Sportster. Slapping. I dare YOU! I double-dog dare you. Dong.

Not that I'm trying to be the biggest baddest hardcore'st pimple-blog on the ass of the eUniverse or anything. That's already done. They're Sportsters after all, i.e. motorcycles for girls. Wuss. I still consider this a Good JOKE between friends (those I know and those I don't, but those who still "get it"), but I also think that some of the traffic here is by accident. Boner. "What the hell is this?" Those are the people who have not a clue about what they're seeing here. No offense, but stay for a while and emasculate yourself. It's not like the internet will run out of tits and booty while you take a break. Read some of my pasts ramblings about BUYING USED, and maybe, just maybe, I'll save you a blown wad of cash and help you bring back/reclaim/discover for the first time, like a Virgin, your Manhood (for lack of a better word). There's beater things to occupussy your time with than muff on your poontuner.

"Bikers Pick It In The Wind"

Some pictures sent in from last May's El Diablo Run (2011) that I just got my hands on, but it was a fantastic trip!

Juno and Alan.

And is that Tyler Durden?

Beard for Sale!

He's rocking the patch AND shirt! Damn that's sexy.
Whadda' Tool.

I didn't take these pictures but they're all of the South Bay "Gasser" Crew that made it down south of the border. One more dumb note: Playlist opened up the AUTO START feature on their website for music on blogs. It was pretty retarded when they took it away in the first place. But, they've added commercials to their playlists you create. The commercials SUCK ASS, so just ignore them.

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LUCIFER

The Lady Hump is BoBo Jufat

Twinkies Forever Forever Twinkies

I'm modding inside you!

ASTROTURF

I Smell Mean People...

Sex Sell Better Than Quality

CAGE FIGHTING CATS

Bobo says "Back Off Haters!"

Harder Deeper Faster

Once upon a time there was a man who had a blog about the magical mystical hypnotically driven Sportster motorcycle(s). Built by a giant galaxy spanning evil empire of hot oiled leather dread for purposes not fully understood by modern man or sentient machine, possibly for off road purposes originally, but through modern technological improvements (at least through the early eighties) now a terror of the road disguised as only a queen could pull it out and off! The learner bike. The girls bike. The first Harley you ever owned. A little known fact; the Soldiers that captured Saddam Hussein after the gulf war did so tracking him down while riding Sportsters for Operation Red Dawn (or as those in the know remember, "Operation Quad Dawn."). The final conflict fast approaching, the Sportster has remained true to it's design regardless of how many times the empire has attempted to church it up, chap it down, or flake it out. Sportsters not dead, they just suck new. What does Chuck Norris not fight? Sportsters. What do Sportsters pity? Mr. T. o' snap.If Sportsters ever die, John Denver, Jeffry Ross Hymen, and Jerry Garcia, may they all rest in peace, would come back from the dead to sing the eulogy, unleashing a deadly zombie virus upon the earth, but still able to make sweet sweet country love on that acoustic guitar, belting out the tooth chip'n hits, and one more eternity long chorus of trucking for the greatest bike in the world! Remember, there are only three kinds of motorcycles in this world, (a.) Evo Sportsters, (b.) Ironhead Sportsters, and (c.) Those Less Worthy. ~ BoBo Jufat